"This'll hurt less than shooting myself," Angelina continues. "One zap, and I'll be shrunk away to nothingness, as if I'd never been here! No mess for anyone to clean away, and I won't be a bother to anyone anymore."
She turns the transposer on herself. "Goodbye, Scott."
Her finger presses down on the trigger, and doesn't relent. The beam washes over her constantly, each moment pumping more and more shrink-juice into her dwindling form, speeding its diminishment right in front of you. In seconds there's no trace of her dark form, and the transposer has followed her into the oblivion of a sub-atomic fate.
That's it, then. Your reason for coming here this morning has gone, along with the life of another human being. Today, you begin your atonement for that, as you turn and start thinking of a way to explain things to the professor, to Angelina's parents, to your own conscience...
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